Nashvegas

Remember when the man sang “….it’s kinda like Nashville, with a tan”? I’ve had a few chances to move to Nashville. It never seemed like a good fit to me. Couldn’t walk down the street without stepping on an out of work sound guy or out of work musician. I’ve got a whole bunch of friends and coworkers who’ve moved there and made a success of it. Yet, I resist it. Too many egos. Too many production companies that are more marketing than substance. Today I discovered that someone else I know has moved there and made a career. That should be something to applaud, to congratulate. But understand: this person defined incompetence for me. I never worked with anybody who was less a team player and less suited for the job of doing live production. Perhaps they’ve learned something. I hope so. I wish them well. But, don’t let the bright lights and gold records fool ya. The hubs of the industry are as likely filled with charlatans as genuine artisans and craftsman.

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